I read a story here awhile ago that was short on mechanics, but the highlights stuck with me, so I put my spin on it. Unfortunately, it was long enough ago that I don't remember the author or title anymore. If anyone recognizes it, give a shout out. Credit where credit's due.
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"Kyle... are you sure you're okay with this? Does... does it hurt?" Laurie had her arm around her husband's waist as the pair of them walked into his restaurant. Well, hobbled, if they were being honest. Laurie because she had to do a kind of hunched shuffle-walk to prop him up, Kyle because he needed propping.
"I own the place, don't I?" He tried smiling at her to take the bite out of his words. "Even after nine months and a coma, it's still mine. Time to reassert my place."
Laurie laughed a bit, politely, but what she really wanted to do was cry. This was a moment she'd been dreading and anticipating both for interminably horrible weeks, but it needed to happen. It was the first day of the rest of their lives.
To resounding shouts of,
welcome back boss!
and,
looking good Kyle!
the couple made their way through the restaurant, past the applauding staff, to one of the private dining rooms in the back. When they opened that chic-but-tasteful sliding door with the frosted glass, revealing whom was waiting there for them with big old smiles, Laurie suddenly wished with everything in her that she had chosen something else to wear.
The tight red dress with the neckline that showed a good three-fourths of her centerfold-worthy cleavage, along with the hem that could only be called
mid-thigh
if she was slouching--not to mention the sexy, suggestively submissive black choker around her graceful neck and being brushed by her soft, brown hair--seemed absolutely perfect an hour ago when she and Kyle were getting ready. It'd been nine goddamned months since they'd had sex, and she wanted him on the verge of explosion. After a night of catching up, an evening where his blood was boiling the entire time, her plan was to get the inevitably easy load out of the way as quick as possible once they got home so they could have the rest of the night to indulge in the
real
reunion.
She was dreaming of riding her husband's eight-inch beast that night like a porn star. The one he deserved after what she'd done. Now, though, at seeing her two best friends grinning guilelessly at her, Laurie felt an icy ball of dread form in her stomach. To be fair, it wasn't Bethany and Sophie that made her gulp, it was that third set of eyes, those deep, hypnotic magnets set in that impossibly handsome face that that made her want to turn around right then and there.
"Zack." Kyle nodded cordially to the man seated next to Sophie with his massive arm around her dainty shoulders. "This is a surprise."
"Eh, you know Sophie." Zack squeezed his girlfriend's exposed shoulder possessively. "Can't stand to not be around me for a minute." The pretty blonde in question, positioned on the other side of her man, just rolled her eyes with longsuffering and shrugged semi-apologetically. They all knew the score, Zack was an "alpha," as stupid as that concept even was, and he acted like it. "This time I was glad to come. It's good to see you out and about." He eyed Kyle and Laurie up and down. "It's a shame when something so... picturesque has to be put up on a shelf for so long. You both look good."
I'll fuck you so good, you won't even remember your name, let alone your husband's. Shit, you'll probably need to look at your kids' birth certificates to be reminded they even exist.
Laurie shivered. She'd never forgotten the first thing that Zack had ever said to her, the night she, Sophie, and Bethany had met him at that club on their girls' night out, three years before. When the six-and-a-half-foot goliath, who had to be at least four or five years her junior, had sidled up to her at the bar barely five minutes after she'd ordered her first drink, his gaze went right to the ring on her finger like it was an invitation. When she'd just laughed in his face and asked why he even thought she'd had kids, his only response was to say that a smokeshow like her would never be satisfied by a man who wasn't fucking the daylights out of her twenty-four seven... and past that point, it was just a matter of odds.
You play the game every day, one is gonna get past the goalie eventually.
Laurie's hate for Zack had begun right then and there. It wasn't his arrogance, though that did disgust her, it was the fact that he'd been spot on and it only took him about two minutes of sizing her up. Kyle did fuck her constantly. And, yes, she did get pregnant with the twins by accident. How the fuck did this knuckle-dragger peel her apart so quickly? It was... unsettling. Enough so that she'd dropped any pretense of flirtation and immediately told him to stay the hell away from her.
Just her luck that second-place Sophie was more than willing to pick up the ball and run with it. Just her even worse luck that Laurie had been the one to go looking for her friend once Bethany and she had decided that the night was over. The most abysmal luck? Seeing Zack absolutely demolishing Sophie in the back of his big SUV.
God, just the sight of her usually sensible friend on her hands and knees, her little body trembling from head to toe, begging for more dick, was one of Laurie's worst memories, and the fact that she got a good glimpse of that dick, easily twelve inches and as big as her wrist, was abhorrent. Kyle had been the most endowed man she'd ever seen till that point, and she'd felt... sullied that she had to be exposed to the fact that there was something even bigger out there. That life was unfair in its distribution of gifts.
Then the hits just kept on coming. For
three fucking years.
If Sophie had been anything other than practically a sister to Laurie, she'd have cut ties with the woman years before instead of put up with the shit she'd had to. After that night in the club, Sophie was utterly smitten. She'd become the prototypical smart woman who packed up all her sense to drool over the hunk she thought she had to have.
Whenever the three girlfriends had gone out, Zack would show up. At a party with Kyle and Bethany's awesome husband, Mark, there would be Zack; smarmy-but-subdued. Kyle and Mark had learned to live with it since Zack was never combative, or even rude, but they really didn't like the man. Kyle once admitted that it was nothing but instinct, that he couldn't actually point to anything specific that Zack had said or done.
Laurie, on the other hand, could very easily point to exactly why she fucking hated Zack. She recalled too many instances of his naked lust for her, but one in particular, about a year into Sophie's infatuation, stood out. After another girls' night out, one in which Zack actually hadn't shown up, designated driver Laurie had taxied Bethany back to Mark, then took Sophie home. She'd had to help her friend into the apartment, and low and behold, there'd been Zack, lazing in his boxer-briefs on the sofa and reading a book like it was nothing.
With a predatory grin, Zack stood to take charge of Sophie, and that fucking cock was once again back in Laurie's face, a coiled monster even while flaccid, though mercifully with at least a thin shield of cotton in the way this time. He'd shuffled Sophie into the bedroom, no muss no fuss, and Laurie was about to leave, when the screech brought her short. It seriously sounded like the half-soused waif had been hurt.
